I've finished one book since the last reading post:
To Love and Be Wise, by Josephine Tey. This is a mystery novel from the middle of the twentieth century, which I found on![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
adrian_turtle's bookshelves. A charming photographer turns up in London, befriends a family, gets invited to stay at their home in a rural village. He goes on a multi-day canoe trip writing/photography trip with one of his hosts, then vanishes one night. The viewpoint detective, and several of the other characters spend a lot of time thinking about who might have had a motive for murder.
It turns out the missing photographer is alive and well, in her alternate persona as the photographer's English cousin. The whole thing was intended to frame the writer for murder, as revenge for the suicide of someone the photographer loved. Odd and interesting. Content warning for random misogyny in passing, things like the detective observing that his friend has this or that virtue, which he/the narrative voice frames as essentially masculine. [I found this on Adrian's bookshelves, and don't think I'd read it before.]
Currently reading:
I'm Glad My Mom Died, by Jennette McCurdy -- This is a memoir, about parentification and emotional abuse. I'm most of the way through this, and it's good, I'm not sure "enjoying" is the right word here.
The Language of Houses: how buildings speak to us, by Alison Lurie. More or less what it says on the tin, in chapters divided into brief sections, and little overarching structure. The ebook is due in a couple of days, and I probably won't finish it, or re-borrow it later.
To Love and Be Wise, by Josephine Tey. This is a mystery novel from the middle of the twentieth century, which I found on
adrian_turtle's bookshelves. A charming photographer turns up in London, befriends a family, gets invited to stay at their home in a rural village. He goes on a multi-day canoe trip writing/photography trip with one of his hosts, then vanishes one night. The viewpoint detective, and several of the other characters spend a lot of time thinking about who might have had a motive for murder. It turns out the missing photographer is alive and well, in her alternate persona as the photographer's English cousin. The whole thing was intended to frame the writer for murder, as revenge for the suicide of someone the photographer loved. Odd and interesting. Content warning for random misogyny in passing, things like the detective observing that his friend has this or that virtue, which he/the narrative voice frames as essentially masculine. [I found this on Adrian's bookshelves, and don't think I'd read it before.]
Currently reading:
I'm Glad My Mom Died, by Jennette McCurdy -- This is a memoir, about parentification and emotional abuse. I'm most of the way through this, and it's good, I'm not sure "enjoying" is the right word here.
The Language of Houses: how buildings speak to us, by Alison Lurie. More or less what it says on the tin, in chapters divided into brief sections, and little overarching structure. The ebook is due in a couple of days, and I probably won't finish it, or re-borrow it later.
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i think i've read two tey books and liked them--i should look for this.
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